Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nigeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.